He pushed me on the couch and began unbuttoning his shirt as he walked closer to me.
I didn't know how to save myself. My whole body was trembling in fear and disgust as I saw him unzipping his pants. Just then something occurred to my mind and I immediately grabbed my phone.
With trembling hands, I opened the camera of my phone. Deccan's smile faltered. His face twisted with anger as he asked, "What are you doing?"
"I-If you come near me, I'll record everything and send it to Julian." I spat, my words sounding more like a begging than a threat.
There was a minor pause, followed by a loud laughter. My heart sank.
"I-I'm not joking, Deccan. I'll see what excuses you and your sister make this time." I said.
But, step by step he walked closer to me. Then, pulling my hair, he leaned me closer to his lips as he whispered, "Do you think Julian doesn't know about it?"
Blood ran cold throughout my body. I met his gaze, stunned to the point of frozen. Shock, Denial, hurt, written all over my face.
"Wh-What do you mean?" I asked in disbelief.
"Julian has traded you for my sister." He replied, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
"I caught him having affair with my sister despite my parents' refusal. So, I told him that I would tell my parents. Do you know what he said on that?" He asked, his eyes glittering with the hint of dominance and satisfaction.
"He said his wife has a pretty decent figure. The kind of figure, I usually like to f*ck. He said he would let me f*ck his wife for one night if I keep his affair with Lesley a secret."
"On your wedding anniversary, It was Julian's plan to let me enjoy you. But, because of your stupid brother, I could not taste you properly."
"So, Julian planned this dinner and left you alone with me so that he can pay his price." Deccan added, his fingers deliberately moving on my lips.
I had thought that nothing Julian could do, would hurt me anymore. I had already expected the lowest from him. But, this was beyond everything.
My whole body was trembling in rage. Julian, the man I trusted the most in my life, and shared my bed for five years, served him in all the possible ways he liked, had sold me to a man. His own wife?
The truth was a shard of ice plunged into my soul. It didn't just hurt; it froze the rage, the fear, the disgust into a terrifying stillness.
Deccan’s words echoed, each syllable a hammer blow to my fragile sanity.